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Accidentally in Love: chapter 3

Exes and Explanations

3rd person

"And that was when we signed the record deal with Jimmy." Austin concluded.

"And that's when you started your album?" Helen asked, confirming the story.

"Yep." Austin nodded.

"And that's presumably when you two started seeing each other more?" Helen inferred.

"I guess so." Austin said.

"Actually, I remember a story—I think it happened a few days after we agreed to do the album, actually…" Ally trailed off, looking to Austin. "You remember what I'm talking about, right?"

"Ally, to be honest, I don't think anybody knows what you're talking about right now." Austin deadpanned, half joking and half serious. The audience laughed at Austin's comment.

"Oh, be quiet." Ally playfully glared at her boyfriend. "I'm talking about the time when you came to my house and—"

"Oh, yeah!" Austin recalled the memory happily. "That was a fun time."

The audience let out wolf whistles and other suggestive sounds as the power couple blushed, realizing what Austin just said.

"No, not like that!" Austin tried desperately to correct himself. This caused the audience to laugh more.

"Care to tell us the story?" Helen interrupted Austin's embarrassment, eager to hear a never-before-heard cute story about the world's most popular couple. If she got this story… imagine the ratings!

"Is it okay for me to tell?" Ally asked Austin permission. Austin nodded, signaling that Ally could continue the story.

"After we agreed, Jimmy gave us the rest of the songs, and we gave each other our cell phone numbers—mainly in case we had any questions about the songs. But one morning, I had just finished taking my dog out when I got the weirdest text from Austin…"

Ally POV

"You take quite a bit of time pooping, you know that?" I told June, walking back into my house. She barked innocently, looking up at me with her signature, "Me? Annoy you by taking ten minutes to pick a spot to poop in?" face. *1 Between that and her fluffy poodle ears, I couldn't resist reaching down to scratch her head. Sighing, I fluffed her ears and told her, "You're lucky you're cute, you little poop."

After I unclipped her leash, June ran down the hallway into the kitchen. "I hope that she mellows out once she's a few years older…" I said to myself, pulling off my sneakers and following her to the kitchen. Snagging some microwavable chocolate-chip waffles from the freezer, I popped a few into the microwave, setting the timer for a few minutes. Seeing as though I had nothing else to do, I grabbed me cell phone, inspecting it for new texts. Not surprisingly, I had one; the surprising thing was that it was from Austin.

"I wonder what he's calling about. Is there a problem with one of the songs?" Worried, I checked the text. It read:

*2 Hey, ally! At least, it should be ally if i typed ur number in right. Anyways, take this in the least creepy way possible: i want to come to ur house. Whats ur address? –yours truly, austin

Well, that was weird… But, if he wants to come over, it's probably to rehearse the songs or something important like that, so… I texted him back:

*2 yea, it's ally. My address is 1042 Violet Path. Y do u want 2 come ovr, anyway?

In a few seconds, he'd responded back with:

*2 cool, i'm just over on Carnation Way, so ill be over in, like, 10 min. and im coming over cuz i need 2 talk to u bout something.

Yes, before you ask, all of the streets in our neighborhood are named after flowers. *4 I just responded with a simple:

k.

With nothing left to do until he came over, I ate my waffles, brushed my teeth, and brushed my hair before putting it back into a ponytail. I had just finished winding the elastic around my hair when the doorbell rang.

Must be Austin. I thought. Shortly after the doorbell rang, I heard June run up to the door, jumping on it, eager to greet our guest.

I hurried to the front door. I scooped June up with one arm, unlocking the door and opening it with the other.

"Hi, Austin." I smiled, struggling to hold a squirming June.

"Hey, Ally." He smiled back, pulling off his sneakers.

"What do you want to talk about? Is something wrong with the songs?" I inquired worriedly.

"No. Actually, they're kind of amazing, which is why I came here. Well, partially why, anyway."

"Why else did you come over, then?" Jeez, I'm asking a ton of questions…

"Well, the songs were amazing, and the lyrics were really pretty. But, all of your songs were about love. And I decided that, to properly sing the songs, we need to know about each other's love lives." Austin concluded, sounding proud of himself for making that conclusion.

"I don't know how you came to that conclusion." I stated, confused. How would knowing about each other's love life help us to sing? It made no sense.

"My brain is special, okay?" He asked angrily.

"Woah, mood swing much?" I said, half-joking and half-scared, taking a step back.

"Yup. I'm a little bipolar." Austin smiled, all the anger draining out of him slowly. "So, are you ready to talk?"

"Bu-um-wha-um…" I stammered, unsure of what to say. I didn't even know what Austin was trying to say, let alone what I was saying. Finally, I gave up, saying to myself, "It's probably just easier to go along with it than try to make sense of it."

"Okay, sure." I conceded.

"Awesome! Now… where can we sit down?" Austin looked uncomfortable, shifting from one foot to another. Obviously, he wanted to sit down but didn't want to walk further without my permission and seem rude.

"Of course! Let's just…" I began walking down the hall. The footsteps behind me indicated that Austin was following me. Either that, or Austin had let a serial killer into the house and the serial killer was following me, which would be annoying. I mean, come on, don't you hate it when a guy comes to your house and lets a serial killer in? Wait; scratch that, DO NOT ANSWER THAT QUESTION.

Once we got to my family room, which included several armchairs, some small drink tables, a two-seat couch and a widescreen TV, I sat in one of the armchairs, while Austin chose a recliner.

"You have this chair, too?" He exclaimed. "I have one exactly like it in my house!" He sat in it, pushing a button that extended the leg-thingie (yes, I don't know the name of it, sue me) and reclined the chair. Austin leaned back, sighing contentedly.

After a few moments of awkward silence, I prompted, "Well?"

Austin looked at me like I was the weird one in this situation. "Well, what?"

"You said we were going to talk about our love lives or something... Sound familiar?"

"Oh, yeah!" He brightened. "I guess we'll do it kind of Twenty-Questions style. I'll go first: First crush?"

"Well, I don't really remember this, but I apparently had a girl crush on the news reporter, Myrna Mason. *5" I blushed profusely at this memory.

"No way!" Austin laughed.

"You shouldn't laugh at other people's pain! Who was your first crush, anyway?" I tried to divert his attention from me.

"I had a crush on this girl in my pre-school class, Laney." Austin confessed.

"ooohhhhh!" I dragged out, making Austin blush. "What happened to Little Miss Laney?"

"Oh, well this bitch, Tamara, told her I had cooties." Austin deadpanned.

"Harsh." I smiled.

"Well, look at what she missed out on." Austin gestured to himself. "I'm totally over it, anyway. Totally… over it."

"I'm sure you are." I jokingly rolled my eyes. "So, it's my turn… first kiss?"

"Wellllll…" He dragged it out. "It was Laney. You know, pre-Tamara-the-bitch.

"Smooth, Austin. Really smooth. Mine was with my first boyfriend, Dallas." I put in. That one wasn't particularly embarrassing.

"How old were you?" Austin asked, clearly not satisfied with that answer.

"How is that relevant?" I countered.

"I'm just curious." He smirked. Aw, his smirk is so adorable, it makes me understand all of his crazy fangirls. Wait, what am I saying? Urgh, he's so frustrating. Frustratingly adorable. Wait, I didn't mean that. Yes I did. URGH, SHUT UP, AUSTIN-OBSESSED PART OF MY BRAIN. That's your whole brain, genius. Don't be sarcastic! I actually am pretty smart! I had a 4.0 grade average, and what did you have? A 4.0. We both got the same grade-point average, you know. Why would I know that? BECAUSE YOU'RE ARGUING WITH YOURSELF, O SMART ONE.THIS CONVERSATION IS OVER. Then why are you still talking? UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

"Okay, I was sixteen." I snapped.

"Oh, so you were one of those Christian-ey girls who wait for kisses and sex until marriage." How Austin interpreted me as a Christian person is beyond me.

"I wasn't Christian-ey. I just… Wasn't ready until then." I finished lamely.

"Or he drugged you."

"He did not drug me! I kissed him on my own free will."

"Did he give you alcohol?"

"Jesus, no!"

"Marijuana?"

"Change the subject. Right now."

"Is it a suggestion, or a command?"

"A command."

"Okay… First date?" He finally switched the subject.

"Dallas."

"Like I said, Christian at heart."

"I'm Atheist."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever… My first date was with this girl, Rachel, when I was twelve." He explained.

"What happened to that girl?" I asked.

"Well, I may or may not have taken her to a scary movie, and she may or may not have gotten scared and had her mom pick her up early, and she may or may not have never wanted to see me again."

"Wow, you're really good with the ladies, huh?" I asked rhetorically, amused.

"You know it." He threw in a cheesy, over-dramatic wink.

"No, I don't know it, and don't really care to know it. So… First person you've dated for more than a year?"

"Actually, Kira's the only person I've dated for more than a year." Austin confessed. Huh, that's weird. I always pictured Austin being tied down to one girl, for some reason.

"Mine was Dallas, but that was only a little more than a year." I informed him.

"Wow, not so Christian after all." He teased.

"Shut up." I said jokingly.

"Okay, well… First time…" After saying the words 'first time,' he wiggled his hips around and wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"No. Not an appropriate topic, and it's private." I said, all the humor draining out of me.

"Sorry." He apologized.

"It's okay." I mumbled.

A few minutes of silence later, he cleared his throat and stood up, and I followed suit, saying, "Where are you going?"

"I need to go home. I think Kira and I are doing something, unless you wanted to ask me something…" He trailed of, looking at me.

"No, no, it's fine, just curious." I said, a little too quickly.

"Okay. Thanks for having me over, Ally." He smiled a genuine smile.

"It was my pleasure. It was great to talk to you." I smiled back.

Walking him to the front door, I watched as he threw his sneakers on and turned back to me.

"Bye, Ally." He smiled again, giving me a slightly-awkward one-armed hug, which I slightly-awkwardly returned.

He then looked down at June, who had bounded up while we were awkwardly hugging. "And bye to you, too." He said, rubbing her head. With that, he turned and began walking out the door.

"See you at the recording studio tomorrow!" I called after him.

"You too!" He called back, waving.

Once he was out of view, I re-locked the door and headed back into the kitchen. Looking at the clock on the oven, I blinked a few times to make sure I was reading it right.

We had been talking for two hours? It barely felt like two minutes! Time flies when you're having fun. Oh, not you again. Yes, me. I have a question for you. Fire away. When are you going to dump Elliot and hook up with Austin? Other part of my brain! I love Elliot! Besides, Austin has a girlfriend. Yeah, but let's face it: Elliot's a tad bit—how do I put this nicely—over-protective, annoying, snobby, paranoid, suspicious, untrustworthy, and boring, don't you think? Don't be stupid! I love him, he loves me, end of story. Als, he's cheated on you twice. People can change! But not people like him. Let's say I did break up with Elliot. Where would I go after that? Austin wouldn't break up with Kira. Have you seen the way he looks at her? Have you seen the way he looks at you?

I sighed. I don't know what to think anymore…

AN: *1: If you have a dog, you know what I'm talking about.

*2: We're aware that this isn't proper grammar! We don't know about you guys, but when we're texting, we don't talk like this: we talk like this, where we dont add apostrophes and we abbreviate stuff and spell things rong*3 and dont use capital letters and so one and so forth.

*3: Miranda wanted me (Sunsets) to add this: we're aware that we spelled wrong wrong.

*4: We have no idea if these are real street addresses or anything; Sunsets just wanted to add the word "violet" into the street name because she thought it sounded pretty and romantic, and it just fit if all of the street names were flowers.

*5: We have no idea if this is a real person or anything, so we're assuming it's not.

Woah, looks like Ally is starting to develop Auslly feels!

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